She blushed. Dimples formed when she smiled. She was dark but stunningly beautiful. A jet black hair was up to her hips which had the best curves and ...er tummy was flat.She was slim and was wearing a frock and a blouse. I took her and made her sit on my lap. I held her waist, it was a handful and traced my fingers over her tummy. She let out a gasp and held my shoulders and her stomach was moving inwards wherever my finger went. I planted a kiss in her cleavage.We both stood up and I hugged. I don’t wish particularly to be involved with the standard gay scene and will quite happily visit the capital to re-immerse myself on the fetish scene. However, I do not wish to be the lonely single man so oft seen at such events and royally fleeced for the privilege of being allowed to attend such events. Thankfully I have the budget to ‘hire’ a glamorous escort, all being well if ‘she’ was a convincing “shemale.” All the better. If a genuine companion can not be found; hired help to gain a. I would accidentally brush up against him as we passed by each other making sure my ass hit his crotch. I would reach across the counter so that my breasts would rub up against his arms. I started wearing shorter and tighter clothes. I would wear t-shirts out of the house and then act like it was just too hot once I got there and take off layers until I was in paper-thin, skin-tight shirts. I was making this guy crazy! And I loved every minute of it. This went on for months. I was. I laughed and said ” Yeah man, I rarely see anyone not staring at you “. She paused for a moment and said “No there is one…. Manoj , my sincere driver. He is strangely the only guy who doesn’t stare at me “. I joked ” Might be he doesn’t find u that appealing “. That surely hurt her pride. She said ” Oh is it ? Ok then, let me see how sincere he is “. I could sense a wickedness in her tone.That was a friday, we all wished a happy weekend to everyone and left for home. Sujatha also left in her.